It finally stopped raining, so I went out.

The good news of today:  Trader Joe’s has restocked their multigrain toaster waffles. I also filled out an application, resulting in a feeling of accomplishment.  Bad news: they’re not hiring, says the dude at the counter. 

Good news:   It is 50 degrees out.
 There are adorable crocuses in practically every yard on Summit Ave, and I took pictures of them. 
I actually felt motivated enough to go for a walk just for exercise and seeing things.
At the top, there’s a view and the ground smells like spring. 
Really no bad news to that. Win.  

Good news: The library has the book I want waiting for me.
Bad news: it is waiting for me at the OTHER branch. 

Good news: Booksmith is the awesomest independent bookstore I’ve ever found. 
Bad news:  they’re snooty bastards who won’t even accept applications from anyone without PREVIOUS bookstore experience.  Bookstore.  Not, you know, majoring in ENGLISH or anything.  Not adoring books all your life.  No.  Someone has had to have PAID you to ring books up at a register or arrange them on shelves for them to even have a remote interest in possibly letting you do those things at their establishment.  Fuck you.   I love books; I read books; I studied books for years.  Oh, but I've never been paid to ring them up.  I've been paid to ring up lots of other stuff, occasionally books, but never strictly books.  And I've arranged them on shelves lots of times.  But, no.  I've never been PAID to arrange them on shelves.  I've been paid to arrange other things on shelves.     Seriously?  Go fuck yourselves.

OK, more good news:  I found ridiculously amazing bread at When Pigs Fly: Banana Maple Pecan Brown Sugar (WIN)

Again, good news: My prescription got refilled, no questions asked.  I didn’t have to drive to Burlington for an appointment, even though they’re still being my doctor because I don’t have one here. 
Bad news: They’ve STOPPED MAKING the fucking GENERIC brand.  So now it costs me 77 dollars a month not to have babies.  Because I can’t get insurance even though I can’t get any work, because even though they’re going to CHARGE ME on my taxes for not GETTING insurance, my temp job makes too much money to qualify for state insurance when they are giving me hours, but doesn’t give me ENOUGH hours to qualify for THEIR insurance.  Fuck you, Massachusetts.  Fuck you, America/economy/system, you whorish, evil mess.  The end.